He’d gone MIA from her life for the past few days since they’d kissed, and for all she knew, grief counseling was no longer on his list. Funny how she’d become used to having him in her life. She missed him. A lot. Had he had second thoughts about their relationship? She’d been too much of a wuss to call him and find out. To her relief—and chagrin—he showed up at the class—late, but present—and stood in the back. Trying to act casual, she gave him a wave and a shaky smile, which he returned, and she sat back and listened to the instructor, barely able to sit still. She’d meet with him after class to talk; she’d had her head under the covers long enough. If he had any regrets, she wanted to know about them. After the instructor went over the seven stages of grief—very enlightening, especially the information about the anger stage—the class broke up, and Phoebe approached him. “Hey, you. Long time no see,” she said, her tummy fluttering. Looked as though he still had the ability to make her giddy.
What do You think about Her Small-Town Sheriff (2012)?
